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Show J3 7we Story WA a CoocT Moral (By a Logan Woman, who desires her name withheld) 'I met her Just at dark one of those bitterly cold evenings lately, bringing bring-ing homo her little wagon filled with sticks and barrels which she had picked up on the streets of Logan. The little bent old form was thinly clad; the bare, work-hardened hands were stiff and blue with the cold -but she greeted me with the same cheery smile with which she had greeted me over tho fence each morning all the long hot summer ns she tolled early and late in her tiny garden. 1 had often marveled at tho untiring energy in one so old, but 1 did not know it was a brave tight against the winter and tho grim spectre want. 1 had only lived next door a few months and In the stress and strain of a busy life 1 had not yet taken time to become acquainted wlih her. She is proud, too, as well as brave and hor sunny manner would deceive most .any one. This night, however, the cold, blue hands spoke louder than the smile and I went home with her, and what the little home revealed Is more than I can express. The little, old-fashioned old-fashioned stove, made tlfty years ago, burns only wood. Coal is scarce In Logan, but wood Is out of the question. ques-tion. In one corner was the little store of vegetables, pitifully small, which she had raised in the summer. The whole room spoke eloquently of struggles and privations, and I went homo humbled and ashamed of my negligence. She was my neighbor, the ono God had given me and told me to "love as myself" and she might have fallen at my side and 1 not even know. Women's Wo-men's clubs are all right, church-going Is commendable, but If our time is limited let us taKc up the real things, for true lellglon and true culture is to "do unto others," and lie whom we would like to follow said "Inasmuch as ye do It unto the least of these e do it unto me." If we will call In next door, perhaps we will Unci there tho duty that lies nearest and u broad-er broad-er Held for service than we can ever hope to til). Perhaps we can only help In little ways, perhaps only to scaich through the garret for a warm wrap that is out-grown or slightly out of style, to hunt up a little stove that nobody uses a stove that will burn coal or spare one of the pairs of warm gloves wo do not really need. There aro many ways of service, all humble perhaps, per-haps, but how very much they would mean to some neighbor who Is almost fainting for the lack of Just such little lit-tle things. Wu might spare u quart of milk each morning or send a boy to chop the kindlings and get tho water. Let us call in next door and sec what God has sent for us to do. "So many Gods so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind When Just the art of being kind Is all this Rail world needs." |
